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84 lines
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Yeah
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I did my time and I want out
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So effusive—fade—it doesn't cut
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The soul is not so vibrant
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The reckoning, the sickening
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Packaging subversion
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Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
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Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
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Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
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Sinking in, getting smaller again
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I'm done; it has begun
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I'm not the only one
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And the rain will kill us all
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We throw ourselves against the wall
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But no one else can see
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The preservation of the martyr in me
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid
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But when the temple fell
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The secrets have gone mad
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This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
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The hate was all we had
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Who needs another mess?
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We could start over
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Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
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Now there's only emptiness
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But I'm missing something
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I think we're done
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I'm not the only one
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And the rain will kill us all
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We throw ourselves against the wall
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But no one else can see
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The preservation of the martyr in me
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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Psychosocial
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The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
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Fake antifascist lie (psychosocial)
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I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial)
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Your Purple Hearts are giving out (psychosocial)
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Can't stop a killing idea (psychosocial)
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If it's hunting season (psychosocial)
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Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
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I'm not the only one
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And the rain will kill us all
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We throw ourselves against the wall
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But no one else can see
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The preservation of the martyr in me
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And the rain will kill us all
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We throw ourselves against the wall
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But no one else can see
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The preservation of the martyr in me
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The limits of the dead
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The limits of the dead
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__________________
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Name Psychosocial
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Artist Slipknot
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Album All Hope Is Gone
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